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I’m not okay- I wanted a blanket my mom had sitting next to her since she said we could fucking share the blanket when she got it from a friend…… and she stopped me from grabbing it and said “why don’t you use you’re weighted one I got you?” And I said “I wanted to use the other one!” And she got mad and asked “what the heck is wrong at 7am in the morning?!” And I said “nothing!” And she kept bitching and moaning about how I need to “work” on things and then she said to me “just keep dealing with you’re misberableness” and now i feel like fucking crying- like genuinely screw you mom! I’m so done! You’re the reason I’m so fucking scared to tell you ANYTHING about stuff cause I know you’re gonna get mad or blame it on my anxiety or smth…………………. I’m so thankful that she doesnt know about this account- I might delete my names from my bio and keep my age and sexualities, gender, pronouns, and others.